[L glances up, startled at the second intrusion. Already, he's half-memorized this study, sped on by his own opportunistic motives, but the girl seems to be genuinely caught unawares, and truly in search of a water closet.]

Probably best not to use it that way.

[He seems darkly amused by the thought of it, in spite of the advice.]

"Solar?"

[His mind flicks through contextual clues before he settles on a probable approximate meaning.]

I don't live here. Just a visitor for the night, as a friend of Paul's.

[There's almost something defensive about it, as if he considers it a little bit insulting that someone might think any part of this was his.]

We haven't met, have we? Because...

[He trails off. It's just a gut feeling, he can't prove anything, but his gut feelings have a pretty high success rate as a general rule. His own Paleblood might amplify that effect, sharpening his intuition even further.]